Deimos nodded and slung the cat over his shoulder like someone trying to wind a baby. He even petted its spine down to its pathetic limp little blooded tail.
"I know, I know, just, I won it, I pushed out the squatters and now its mine, I even have a fridge." he said, as if this made a home complete. Pathetic really. A house with no electric, no water, no heating, stairs that were so rotted through that his feet had gone through most of the now, holes in the roof, mould on the walls, holes in the floor, the entire thing was condemned... but the fridge made it his home.
"You can come to my house some time, if you like." he added.